After quite a time, I took another look at my research and wanted to reflect on what I learned so far from my lessons despite that not being research specifically but rather an accumulation of knowledge. I just want to document it. In my lessons, my teacher (in class, we call him: Calligraphy Master *shufa shifu in pinyin) said that what was required for good calligraphy writing and improvement was a comfortable posture, a good brush, and a concentrated mind. Some classes, I wrote only three pages (3 idioms times three as I had to rewrite it again and again as a means to practice). Time flies in class. People walk in and out. But no one writing notices or acts like they do not notice. It is almost hilarious thinking about it. Ten people sitting in the basketball court room on chairs writing on tables spread with newspaper. A splatter here and another there. But a pin drop can be heard because not one word is shared. Not one is needed.
At first, I was not comfortable with the situation. I wanted to know my classmates (despite our age gaps). But writing, there is not need to. There is no want to know. All I know is that they live in my building and that they have an interest in writing. But that is all I know. But that is knowledge, I think, that can only be attained by experience. The air stills when one starts writing. Wind stops. So does breathing. And only the fingers move minutely.
At first, I was not comfortable with the situation. I wanted to know my classmates (despite our age gaps). But writing, there is not need to. There is no want to know. All I know is that they live in my building and that they have an interest in writing. But that is all I know. But that is knowledge, I think, that can only be attained by experience. The air stills when one starts writing. Wind stops. So does breathing. And only the fingers move minutely.